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"Well, me too," he nodded with a small smirk. The Dragon had given him plenty to be grateful for, so he simply found it too hard to envision anything else for himself these days. From there, she questioned his family. Dio wasn't sure quite how to make it easy to hear for her. "What all would you like to know?" he asked back, wondering how long-winded she'd want him to be or how far back she was hoping to hear on him. Which, he thought could be awfully tiresome to tell -- he had nothing to be particularly proud of in his first year or two. "They weren't by blood, in the beginning, but for a time I even took their surname on since it fit. The pack was tightly knit like that -- very familial. It was kind of similar to here at first because I came to them while wandering, was interested in the way they lived, their strengths.. typical things that became more in time," he detailed the backbone of it. Their structure had been different yet so many fundamentals always carried over. He'd once thought there was all he could ever ask for, too.